Robin's Waiting Room

...renamed...

...Robin's Waiting Room

I realized today,
Contemplating
Our loss of Robin the Great,
That he lived his life
As long as he could.

I understaaaaand:
the highs and
the lowlowlow lows.
News calls it
substance addition.

I have lived that.

MY diagnosis was bipolar disorder.

I am too near and dear to Robin Williams
Was since I started the research
that found NO primary sources.

Substance abuse, depression, and extreme moods
I have known.
I felt his pain from Belushi's death.

So as not to confuse
His situation
From the recent demise of a Carradine,
He sit his wrists,
With a pocketknife found.

He didn't want to...
It started small...
But those uncontrollable deamons
And the summoning cliff
Have left us short
ANOTHER LEGENDARY GENIUS.

And Michael Jackson,
I would bet my reputation
some doc will someday realize he was bipolar
And "Breaking News" will reverberate in endless echoes
Of "what could have been, longer.

I understaaaaaand.

And only Yoko would know
If John Lennon was indeed bipolar.
But,
I would never ask her,
Even if I could.

They were happy in soul and body and mind.

We were always mean to Yoko.
Still happens.
Not right.
Let her keep her John.
May his soul rest in peace.
Can't we learn?

From what is right in front of our faces.
I struggle,
Like Robin and Michael...
Thinking some nights
I cannot live to face tomorrow.
Suicide is NOT AN OPTION.
"Whatever Gets You through the Night,
It's all right,
It's allright.